Grey Damon Quotes

I am half Puerto Rican, a quarter German and a quarter black. That was always a big issue for me - being mixed race - because casting directors tended to be very like, 'OK, are you Hispanic for this role?' 'Or is she going to be African American?'

I'm a mixture of Anglo-Saxon, a bit of Spanish and one-eighth American. I've often wondered if I have an Asiatic ancestor from the East as well because I have deep-set eyes. Make-up artists are constantly trying to shade my eyelids, and I have to point out that I don't have any!

When you look at me, you can't really tell what I am, but I'm black, white, Native, Spanish, and a little bit of Filipino.

Most of my background is Filipino and partly Chinese, but mostly Filipino.

I wish I'd been a mixed infant.

I might be a Cuban American, but I'm also an Afro-Cuban American.

The American Race is marked by a brown complexion; long, black, lank hair; and deficient beard.

I have good genes. My father is Danish and my mother is Irish and Native American. They both have good skin.

In the middle of the night, when you're ambiguously ethnic, like me, when you're brown, beige, mauve, siena, one of those lighter browns in the Crayola box. You have to be careful of the cops and robbers, because nobody's quite sure what you are, but everybody has assumptions.

I'm a quarter Chinese and three-quarter Filipino. I don't look Filipino; I look more Chinese or Korean. It actually works in my favor: in terms of roles, it gives me a broader canvas.

I discovered that there is Indian blood in my ancestry on my father's side - a fact that had not been talked about in my family. No wonder I've often been cast in exotic roles - Indian princesses, Russian revolutionaries, Algerians, Gypsies and Greeks.

My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.

It is impossible to say with any certainty to which human race we belong. We all differ visibly in the color of our skin.

My blood's not red or blue - it's brown.

I'm not white, I'm not black.

Growing up, my mom always knew that I was more on the Black side than the Spanish side, just because I didn't speak Spanish.

I'm Jewish, so it's like I'm not totally white. I'm, like, gray.

I've got Indian looks, but there is nothing in my background.

My mother was from upstate New York; she's of Irish and German descent. My father was from Ghana.

I end up feeling like a spy in the house of ethnicity, you know? Because people will talk around me as they would talk around the people in their cultural group. So I get to hear all the secrets and jokes and you know, I'm a part of every community because of the way I look.

I wasn't, like, pretty enough to be the ingenue; I wasn't 'character' enough to be the goofball sidekick. I'm kind of ethnically ambiguous.

I'm descended from southern slaves, and I'm descended on my mother's side from northern European Protestant immigrants.

I am extremely proud to be of Tongan and Samoan descent. We are really proud of our culture and, really, just being a minority.

I would say my flow is Aboriginal. Look at my face, nose, lips, and eyes.

Whether it was a shoe store or working the front desk of a hotel, I was always interacting with people. I'd get that look because I'm half-white and half-Filipino. They could tell I was something, but they really couldn't tell what I was.